Eyan pulled Eva into a fierce, desperate kiss, one that stole her breath the moment their lips met. She gasped, wrapping her arms around him instinctively as he pressed her back against the couch.
"Eyan… slowly," she whispered between kisses, breathless, but he ignored her pleading, his desire blazing too strongly to restrain.
He kissed her again, harder this time, his breath unsteady against her lips. Their tongues brushed — a fleeting, electric touch that sent a tremor through them both.
He trailed his lips down to her neck, his warmth tracing her pulse. Eva's soft moan escaped before she could stop it.
His hand slid up, fingers brushing the delicate fabric of her gown. The soft rustle of cloth filled the silence as he drew it higher, and cold air touched her skin, making her shiver.
"Eyan…" her voice trembled, her hands clutching his shoulders. "Are we… are we doing this on the couch?"
He lifted his head, his eyes half-lidded, breath uneven. "No," he murmured, voice husky, "not here."
With ease and strength, he scooped her into his arms, carrying her to the bedchamber, every step measured yet urgent. Gently, he laid her down on the bed, leaning over her once more to kiss her with a hunger that made her heart pound.
Pulling back just enough to look into her wide eyes, he murmured, "Eva… that night, I wasn't wearing my clothes… Did you take my clothes off that night?"
"Yes…" she admitted, voice soft, her fingers trembling slightly as they traced his chest.
"Then… do it again," he said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Take my clothes off."
Her fingers hesitated, trembling as they reached for the buttons of his shirt. Each one came undone slowly, revealing the warmth of his skin beneath. When the last button slipped free, she gently pushed the shirt away, the fabric falling silently to the floor.
Eyan sat motionless for a moment, his chest rising and falling, eyes fixed on her. Eva reached out, her palm pressing against his skin—feeling the heat, the quiet strength, the pulse that matched her own, unable to resist, she pressed her lips to him, kissing him lightly, and Eyan trembled under her touch.
He pulled her gently, seating her in front of him, he slipped the sleeve of her gown off her shoulder, his lips following the path of the fabric. He kissed her bare shoulder, his breath hot against her skin, and Eva moaned, her body responding to every touch, every sensation.
His hands found the knot of her gown, undoing it with deliberate slowness, revealing her bare body beneath his dark gaze.
"Eva… you are beautiful," he murmured, voice husky, as her cheeks flushed crimson.
He laid her back gently on the bed, pressing his lips to hers again, tracing kisses down to her belly button with tender, teasing insistence. Eva gasped, shivering under his touch, her body arching instinctively into him.
Eyan's lips returned to her chest, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, while His other hand cupped her other breast, squeezing gently, his thumb teasing her nipple until she moaned, her body arching into his touch, her skin alive with sensation.
When his mouth trailed lower, moving between her thighs, Eva gasped, "Eyan… not there…"
But he didn't stop. His lips and tongue found her most intimate place, kissing and licking with a slow, deliberate intensity that made her shiver. Each touch was a spark, igniting a fire that spread through her.
Then, pulling away, he pressed a gentle kiss to her foot, locking eyes with her, watching every reaction, every shiver.
Eyan's eyes burned with need as he pulled his pants down, revealing himself fully. He was hard, pulsing with desire, and the sight made Eva gasp, her cheeks flushing crimson.
"Eva… open your legs," he commanded, voice low and husky.
Shakily, she obeyed, parting herself for him, heart racing and body trembling.
Eyan lowered himself, seating between her legs, his gaze locked on hers. He leaned close, lips barely grazing her ear.
"It's going to hurt…" he murmured, voice rough. "But I'll be gentle."
Eva's breath caught. "Please… don't."
"What?" he asked, eyebrows knitting in confusion.
"Don't be gentle," she said, her voice bold, dripping with want. "Be rough."
Eyan's control shattered. The fire in his body could not be contained any longer. With slow, deliberate precision, he entered her, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust.
Eva gasped, her nails digging into his back, the sharp sting of pain mingling with the heat of her desire.
"Are you in pain?" he asked, his voice tight, his body stilling.
"Yes…" she moaned, breath hitchin.
"Should I pull back?" he asked, his hands trembling with the effort to hold back.
"No… don't pull back," she said, wrapping her legs around him, tightening her body to his. "I want you… so move."
He kissed her deeply, letting his lips convey what words could not. Slowly, at first, he began to move, each thrust easing the pain into a blooming pleasures, making her shiver uncontrollably.
Eva's soft moans grew louder, her body pressing harder against him, craving more.
"Eva… tell me if it's too much for you. I promise I'll stop," he murmured between kisses, voice rough with passion.
"I'm fine… don't stop," she gasped, tightening her legs around his waist as he began to move faster, thrusting harder and deeper, the heat between them building into a wildfire.
"Eyan," she gasped, her voice a breathless plea, her hands clutching him tighter.
Her moans filled the room, echoing with desire, her body arching into his with every movement. We've done this before… but why does it feel so much better… so much more intense tonight? she thought, lost in the sensation.
Eyan's hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer, driving deeper with each thrust.
"Eyan…" she breathed, voice ragged. "Why are you so good at this?" she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of wonder and ecstasy.
He laughed, a low, husky sound that vibrated against her skin.
He leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. "Tell me… how does it feel?" His warm breath sent shivers down her spine.
"I… it feels… so good," she gasped, arching closer to him, her hands clutching his shoulders.
A slow, teasing smile curved his lips. "Just good?" He pressed a kiss to her neck, letting his teeth graze her skin lightly. "I want to make you feel… more than good."
Eva's breath caught. "What… more?" she whispered, heart racing, unsure if she wanted to hear the answer—or feel it.
"Trust me," he said, his lips brushing her ear, warm and insistent. "You'll like it."
Without another word, Eyan lifted one of her legs and placed it over his shoulder, opening her more. Eva's eyes widened in surprise, a gasp escaping her lips as the new angle stretched her in ways that made her shiver.
With one deep, powerful thrust, he entered her fully, the sensation intense and overwhelming.
"Do you like it that way?" he asked, his voice rough with need.
"Yes…" she gasped, biting her lip. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she whispered, "Go deeper… harder."
A predatory smile curved his lips. "As you wish, my queen," he growled.
His restraint snapped, and he gave in to her demand, thrusting with a fierce, unrelenting passion that matched the fire in her eyes.
Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, the bed creaking beneath them, the room filled with the symphony of their moans and breathless gasps.
Eva's pleasure surged, building to a crescendo, and she came undone, a wave of ecstasy crashing over her, her body shuddering as she cried out.
Eyan kissed her through her release, his lips soft and grounding, anchoring her in the storm of sensation.
He followed soon after, groaning into her neck as he came inside her, shivering with the intensity of his own release. He buried his face in her neck, holding her tight.
Their bodies still entwined, slick with sweat. They collapsed together, breathless, their hearts pounding in unison.
Finally, Eyan moved to lie beside her, pulling her close, wrapping the sheet around her trembling body.
His lips brushed her shoulder, a tender, lingering kiss. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft, laced with concern.
Eva's legs trembled, her body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. She smiled, her heart full, "Yes."
Exhausted, warm, and intimately entwined, they finally drifted into a deep, sweet sleep, hearts still racing, bodies pressed together, their wedding night a memory of heat, love, and unspoken promises.